Chapter Three: Please Remember the Man Who Owes Hotpot

If the glasses go next, acquaintances may forget specific experiences involving him.” The tripe slipped back into the broth. “Did you contact the company?” Qiao Mai asked. “Support can’t search for a blank ID.” Zhaoye showed them the mirror signature. “And the thief can access dungeon foundations. They may be inside the server team.” Wanxiang slowly unfolded his paper map. On the back, he wrote: GU ZHAOYE. MALE. STUBBORN. GOOD SENSE OF DIRECTION. OWES FOUR HOTPOTS. “What are you doing?” “Electronic records can change with the system,” the older man said. “Paper isn’t online. When I drove the last bus, I wrote down where my elderly passengers got off so I wouldn’t forget them.” Xiaogao stole the pen and added: